"Yeah. Ah kin relate. Just when you think you got a bead on things, everythin' goes t' hell." He gave her a half smile, "And usually y' don't know if that's a good thang or a bad thang."
He realized that Rogue was probably about as interested in talking about Mystique in her head as he was interested in talking about Lady Mastermind taking over his. Way to go, asshole. Sam thought.
"Hey Fuckass, get me a beer." Sam called to the bartender, who flipped him off and said, "Ya'll aren't in some gay Irish bar, Sam. Quit bein' a dick," before he handed Sam MGD.
"Thanksgivin' was noisy. You know how it is at mah Ma's. People carryin' on, gettin' crazy." He grinned, "It was good."